Rolling on my scenarios of improvised tragedies Poses tortures, begging your arms to hold me tight Yet cameras get tastes of your mouth, kiss on your lips Evidence for love beautified with ‘unconditional’ I write this poetic to your untouchable presence Opening for oxygen when the windows are all closed And for those dreamy eyes of yours there’s an absence Of words, my dear, and utterances fragile like a rose We’re not in a free world, so I’ll meet you in rhymes Like acts projected through an unspoken cinema And if they keep destroying my dreams, day and nights I’ll rumble and rain, orchestrating a future supernova Is there gift better than a heart- freedom and peace? Or perchance this sonnet to show that I love thee…

The chord sounding in my head
Sometimes I solve you to a diminished seventh
Other times to a major seventh-minor third
I suspend you, chromatically flatten or sharpen you
And you know nobody does ever so much for you
I manipulate you, I inverse you
Add nine or thirteen to you and damn you

But do you know what the trick is?
I’d leave you unanswered to always stick with you.

Unfinished Once shaken by ideals and romance That pressure kept from reality in free fall And to hope to fly up Even with the engines made in dreams Or wings of swans and eagles On the backs of humans Is nothing but the sound of Your bones crash While you hit the ground

Unfinished More enduring perhaps Under the pretext of forever That keeps searching for Whys and hows A theory of everything At last, and thoughts of she That are everything for me somehow

Unfinished If it ends up something serious Finished with a lucky man Children and a home Me looking from the distance…